So here we are.
After years of unhinged texts, gym mirror pics, and emotionally irresponsible dating decisions… I’ve started a Substack.
Because 280 characters isn’t enough to explain how I got ghosted by someone who told me she was “emotionally evolved but not ready to hold space for another Scorpio.”
Welcome to the Emotional Gym.
This is where I say the things that don’t make the feed. The behind-the-scenes chaos. The stories I almost posted but didn’t because I thought, “Maybe she follows me.”
What you can expect:
🧠 Dating reports from the field (Murray Hill edition)
💪 Gym thoughts that should stay in the locker room
📉 Breakdown of tweets that blew up and why
📲 Text message postmortems (real receipts, real regrets)
🍸 Tales of NYC nightlife, dating apps, and why I still text my ex at 1:41am even though I know better
This isn’t a fitness newsletter. This isn’t a dating advice column.
This is digital therapy for people who lift heavy, love wrong, and post through it.
Coming soon:
Why girls only respond to Hinge messages between 7–9pm on Sundays
The emotional damage of walking into Equinox without headphones
A full analysis of my recent TV appearance, which I’m 93% sure tanked a potential relationship
If you’re still reading this, you’re either a fan… or someone I used to date. Either way, subscribe.
Let’s see how far delusion, dumbbells, and dating apps can take us.
— MHG 🧠💔💪
Let me know what you guys think